Unafraid

Two shadows
Mine and yours
Pushed before us by the afternoon sun.
Wishing that I could but hold your hand
I see my shadow
Unafraid
Touching you
While I cannot


ELAshley
Written sometime in '88



..::Original Comments::..

Perhaps, this was the beginning of your preoccupation of darkness and light. Wonderful early poem.
Posted by clown on 06/13/2006 06:45:25 PM